Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's to see when you look at me
If you closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
Every little nigga you see me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't down

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your
And your boss is a bitch, if he he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you some big
Ha ha,

It's to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't back
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every nigga you see around me
a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is
All the other hard niggas they come from
It's been years and you had the same in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like in the hood
I'm back better than on top of my game
Even them country boys saying "50 we you, mane"
Now you stay the outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't back
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
Every little nigga you see me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've been patently waiting to
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Show"
is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to you down cause you fear for your life
But you about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages,
Now was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a piece of celery
Okay, see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!